Sonnet of Rain

I thought that once a week, perhaps on Sundays, I will publish one of my sonnets, the Sunday Sonnet or such it will be called. So today I have selected one of the first in a series of sonnets regarding life in Spain. It is part of a compilation from a book of sonnets I am in the process of making.

SONNET OF RAIN

JUST CRY FOR ME, O, AIR OF THE MOUNTAINS.
PLEASE SEND DOWN YOUR TEARS. DO WHAT I CANNOT.
BUT INDEED WHAT I FEEL. FEEL MY HEART NOW.
TOUCH MY SOUL AND CRY FOR ME. CRY FOR ME.

WATER THE CRUSTED SOIL THAT LONGS FOR YOU.
JUST AS I BLEED, O, SOOTHE MY CRUSHED HEART.
SO CRY FOR ME. AND WHILE YOU ARE WORKING
REMEMBER THIS BECAUSE I AM CRIED OUT.

PIERCE ME THROUGH, O, AND SPARE ME NO SORROW.
LIFE AROUND ME APPEARS TO BE HOLLOW.
I HAVE EXAMINED THIS FAR TOO LONG NOW.
TO STOP THIS ANALYSING IS GONE NOW.

SO CRY FOR ME, O AIR OF THE MOUNTAINS.
JUST SEND DOWN YOUR TEARS. DO WHAT I CANNOT.

written by jori sams

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One thought on “Sonnet of Rain

  1. Powerful work. The imagery is strong and the first two stanzas work well. The meaning of the third stanza is less clear (deliberately?) – could be due to punctuation. You could consider repeating the second line in the final one, for strength. Can’t wait to read more…

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